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Oh, c'mon, there's plenty you can do if Plurk's not working for you. You future people and your "social media", I swear! Take it away and it's sit around looking sad time!
Watch a movie or eat all those cookies you baked, I don't know. ...Hey, you don't come to me looking for productive advice, right?
Watch a movie or eat all those cookies you baked, I don't know. ...Hey, you don't come to me looking for productive advice, right?

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And she calls me immature.
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[did you know
that you are
a dinosaur?
- Sam Witwicky's current face]
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...something to say?
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No. Uh. I mean. What? Should I say something? I mean, what's to say, right? It's just the—they're really pathetic when they have their, uh. Their usual...so you're a dinosaur that talks, huh.
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Gee. I hadn't noticed.
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As it is, Sam is just Sam, so instead of wanting to know more, he wants to know less, because then there will be metal dinosaurs and and and...]
Well, I can understand. Where I come from, I look like everyone else, too. Within reason, I mean, some people are...fat...and like, I'm not, and that's okay! But you are...
Uh.
Not from around here, huh?
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Except Earth has aliens nearby, apparently. Aliens that are robots. And can turn into cars and jets—vehicles? Transportation. They can, you can, they're, uh...you can use them like a superpowered horse?
Or, a superpowered you. That's. A jet is like a plane, and a plane is this thing that can fly but it doesn't have wings naturally, it's a...it's a thing that humans had to make.
So we could fly.
Because we don't have wings. So. You know. Had to find another way and all.